Under your Hadean gaze,
I gulp twice before I write–
I knew your love was a true maze.Was it more horrifying, that I was the one you chased–
or when my emotions still rose like a tide,
under your hadean gaze.I could never forget how our fingertips grazed,
making a forbidden spark ignite;
I knew your love was a true maze.You said, "love is the title of an undying craze"
yet my voices failed to succumb in the fight–
under your hadean gaze.When I was left in a musical haze
after the hoggish red bite,
I knew your love was a true maze.For your thirst, my blood was a praise;
you sucked out the moonlight from my night,
and when I feared the hungry malice in your face,
I knew your love was a true maze.=============================
A U T H O R' S N O T E
This was my first villanelle poem.
Villanelle is a form of poetry consising 19 lines of five tercets and one quatrain with rhyming scheme of a-b-a.Love may abrase, but obsession can scrub
all your living remnants of your body with itself-
including your soul.
YOU ARE READING
WINEFRIGHT
Poetry❝So hold on to your glasses, we might fall again in the process of forgetting all, 'cause writing down the tears and submitting our fears- drowning in your own gin and juice isn't very bright, I just hope darling, you won't get a winefright.❞ FIRST...